You. You. You.
I almost wish I had your talent of writing words like poetry, just so I could say I love you in a million different ways. Just know, please, I love you so much. so much. You are the one, my love. You are the world to me. The galaxies, moon and stars...everything. You...you smelled like cinnamon, rain, the woods and sometimes...caramel. I can't tell you how much I look forward to holding your hand and hugging you again. Seeing you laugh, smile. To hear you talk about anything and everything. Whether it's putting too much caramel in your coffee, a silly story your remembered, or something you're really struggling with. I love you so much. You're probably going to get sick of me saying that, so...sorry not sorry. It really hurts to not be able to see you, but it will only make it more special when I finally do. I would wait a million years, just to see you. It's worth it. I love you. Every second of the day, no matter what I'm doing; practicing, studying, working, resting, drawing or reading. There is always one constant.
I love you
Only Us by Laura Dreyfuss and Ben Platt (Dear Evan Hansen)
